The Forgotten, by Queenzulu (R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Teyla Emmagen
Pairing: Teyla/Sora
Category: Character study, femslash, angst, romance.
Warning: mild adult situations
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenzulu
Author's Website: The Written Realm
Link: The Forgotten
Why This Must Be Read: Even though this story is from Sora's POV, it's really just as much about Teyla as it is about her. It picks up at the end of "The Eye" and continues through "The Siege," and it gives the reader an interesting glimpse at Teyla through the eyes of someone who's known her for years.
Sora pulled her arm out of Teyla's hand. "You're going to leave me with them?"
"My people will not harm you, Sora." Teyla turned her towards the forest in the direction they had come from in the ship and started walking.
"I am not afraid of them!" Sora followed after her. What other choice was there?
"I did not say you were." Teyla's lips moved in what was almost a smile. Sora fell into step behind her, as she had so many times when she was still a child, and knew nothing of what it truly meant to be Genii. When the Commander had chosen her, she had forgotten her childhood easily. It was not so simple while she hiked behind Teyla, like the times she had taken Sora hunting, or allowed her to follow while she meditated.
They passed by clearings of varying sizes, as grey and empty as the patch of earth where the village stood. Sora could see long grooves in the soil, like a half-hearted attempt at tilling. Teyla saw her looking.
"We are learning to become farmers." Teyla pushed back the branches hanging in their path as they circled the field, and let Sora go first. "You could help us, if you wish."
"What makes you think I would help you?" Sora shot back, but there was no heat in her words. Perhaps Dr. Weir was more clever than even Commander Kolya gave her credit for. Being here, with Teyla, remembering her easy friendship, was far better torture than physical pain.
Teyla strode ahead of her, at ease in the forest in a way Sora was certain she would never be. "We have been hunters since the last culling," she said. "You were once eager to visit my people, and teach them your ways, Sora."
Sora snorted. She had been naïve once, that was all. That was all. "I am still your prisoner."
Teyla only shook her head. "There," she said, as they emerged from the trees, and pointed ahead of them. They stood on a bluff overlooking a stretch of sand and rock where the ocean swells rippled against the shore. The tide was rushing in, one long wave after another. Teyla turned to her and faced her squarely. "Dr. Weir cannot let you go. That has not changed. I would prefer to have your parole, Sora, and your help, but if you do not choose to give it...Atlantis is five hundred miles away, in the Atlantean measurement. It would be a long swim."
Pairing: Teyla/Sora
Category: Character study, femslash, angst, romance.
Warning: mild adult situations
Author on LJ:
queenzuluAuthor's Website: The Written Realm
Link: The Forgotten
Why This Must Be Read: Even though this story is from Sora's POV, it's really just as much about Teyla as it is about her. It picks up at the end of "The Eye" and continues through "The Siege," and it gives the reader an interesting glimpse at Teyla through the eyes of someone who's known her for years.
Sora pulled her arm out of Teyla's hand. "You're going to leave me with them?"
"My people will not harm you, Sora." Teyla turned her towards the forest in the direction they had come from in the ship and started walking.
"I am not afraid of them!" Sora followed after her. What other choice was there?
"I did not say you were." Teyla's lips moved in what was almost a smile. Sora fell into step behind her, as she had so many times when she was still a child, and knew nothing of what it truly meant to be Genii. When the Commander had chosen her, she had forgotten her childhood easily. It was not so simple while she hiked behind Teyla, like the times she had taken Sora hunting, or allowed her to follow while she meditated.
They passed by clearings of varying sizes, as grey and empty as the patch of earth where the village stood. Sora could see long grooves in the soil, like a half-hearted attempt at tilling. Teyla saw her looking.
"We are learning to become farmers." Teyla pushed back the branches hanging in their path as they circled the field, and let Sora go first. "You could help us, if you wish."
"What makes you think I would help you?" Sora shot back, but there was no heat in her words. Perhaps Dr. Weir was more clever than even Commander Kolya gave her credit for. Being here, with Teyla, remembering her easy friendship, was far better torture than physical pain.
Teyla strode ahead of her, at ease in the forest in a way Sora was certain she would never be. "We have been hunters since the last culling," she said. "You were once eager to visit my people, and teach them your ways, Sora."
Sora snorted. She had been naïve once, that was all. That was all. "I am still your prisoner."
Teyla only shook her head. "There," she said, as they emerged from the trees, and pointed ahead of them. They stood on a bluff overlooking a stretch of sand and rock where the ocean swells rippled against the shore. The tide was rushing in, one long wave after another. Teyla turned to her and faced her squarely. "Dr. Weir cannot let you go. That has not changed. I would prefer to have your parole, Sora, and your help, but if you do not choose to give it...Atlantis is five hundred miles away, in the Atlantean measurement. It would be a long swim."
